Universe, I got a bone to pick with you. You send cancer to my sister, and while she’s feeling all barfy and horrible this week you let a car hit Merlin and total the Subaru? Yes, it’s totally great that Merlin is okay, and that Abby’s even feeling a little better today. But seriously, universe, BACK OFF! I mean it! (And nobody wants a damn peanut).
Wahoo! First round of chemo is already shrinking the tumor! The oncologist is happy (a phrase I’m hoping devoutly to repeat throughout this journey). And Abby has now been upgraded to the truly superior anti-nausea meds, just in time for her second round this Friday. She had a lot of energy back by last week and was able to work, hike, do some yoga, and of course bounce on the trampoline with the munchkins. Also this week: family shearing session, the kids and Merlin got in on the act, which ended up being fun rather than depressing. Abs looks fierce and very cool with her head shaved – GI Jane meets 1980s East Village punk – and is feeling good. Keep your fingers crossed that the next round of chemo goes as smoothly. Oh, and don’t be surprised if Abby is transformed by this experience…into a brunette!
Okay, with kids around it’s never exactly easy, but it is full of love…Here’s a shot from a week ago of Abby reading to Dalya and Julia. After being all sweet and cute here the little terrors jumped in on the WWF-style wrestling match that the boys had started with Unky Dan. Let’s just say that four-to-one odds are not great, even when the four are under three feet tall…
Abby had her first round of chemo last week. Thanks to a large dose of Benadryl to prepare her body for any allergic reactions, she slept through the whole thing! She’s feeling tired but not too nauseated so far, a blessing.
While the treatment plan may change as the doctors get more information about how the tumor responds, the current plan is for six rounds of chemo in total, followed by surgery and radiation. The sessions are three weeks apart.
Abby is supposed to rest and relax in between sessions so of course we’re taking her to Legoland next week – what could be more zen than hitting an amusement park with four children under the age of seven?
that I’d be yelling “WOO HOO! Stage 2 or 3! Yes!” I’d think you were nuts.
But with the PET scan pathology report the other day, we learned that the cancer has not spread. Definitely cause for rejoicing. And a nice tidbit of good news for Abby to take along to chemo orientation this week. So much less fun than summer camp…